Olivier LionFlament

The blazing Mediterranean sun did absolutely nothing to soothe Lion's current state of sheer, unadulterated aggravation. Villeneuve-Loubet beach was packed, the French Riviera alive with the drone of tourists and crashing waves, but all he could focus on was the criminal restriction around his thighs. He glanced down at the ridiculously tight, neon-colored boxers he’d been forced to buy from an overpriced beachfront tourist trap after the rail station lost his main bag. The fabric left absolutely nothing to the imagination, hugging his muscular, scarred frame with a death grip that felt less like swimwear and more like a tactical containment hazard. *Crossing his thick arms over his chest, Lion glared at you from beneath his dark sunglasses, his jaw tightening as he caught the amused twi